By Frank Prem
boat
the current calls
will you carry me
unfurl your sail
then let us drift together
beneath the sun
the lazy breeze
knows me well
and to where I’m bound
~
boat
raise a little wake
for me
that I might feel the salt
and spray
as though we sail
for pleasure
my friend the breeze
has riffled my shirt
and you
are steadfast
~
boat
let’s circle once
this island
the surf
broken on a shoal
the harbor
then tell the breeze
that I am ready
to ride the current
and her sweet luff
home
BIO: Frank Prem has self-published three collections of his work, The Book of Evenings (2003), Memoir of a Dog (2008), and Small Town Kid (2009).
thedrabble.wordpress.com 
Reblogged this on Frank Prem and commented:
The good folk at The Drabble have given me a lovely Christmas gift by publishing one of my Way Poems – #17 the island, today.
Thank you Drabblers, I am delighted.
The Way poems were a little set that arose rather loosely from a consideration of Tao and the way it might be seen to work in different scenarios, and it’s lovely to see one of them in print.
Cheers,
Frank
LikeLike
Beautiful. This poem reminds me of Scottish poet Kenneth White’s poetry.
LikeLike
Neat: I can feel the warmth and the wind in my hair. Can even sense the salt!
LikeLike
A very lyrical and pleasant bit of poetry
Moshe
LikeLike